A beautiful young man dressed in black jeans, navy blue, and sky blue check shirt, who was blessed with a wonderful personality by Allah Subhanahu WA Ta’ala but he was sitting in front of me with a withered face.
“Doctor, I’m a psycho,” were the first words that struck my hearing, so I looked away from the diary and looked at the young man with a pencil.
Good? But since when?
I don’t know very well but maybe since childhood and my father was like that too, my relatives say, the young man’s tone was very cold.
The young man placed both his hands on his lap, his posture was very polite and his lips and tone of voice were polite.
Sir, I have heard this many times over the last seven months, now I am convinced that I am a psycho.
I put everything in the house in its place, when I get up in the morning I make my own bed, I wash my hands before eating, I do not clean with towel, I eat food very slowly even though I eat very little and my cousins say that I don’t even drink water while eating, he stopped and continued his talk with a cold sigh.
If I have to go to meet someone, I calculate the distance and leave early. If someone arrives late, I feel very bad. If I ask for something, I give it, but if I don’t get it back on time, I get angry.
I used to go to family functions a lot less than a year ago and now I rarely go because “I am proud”, these relatives say.
I talk less to people, I don’t know how to dance or sing, but I never forbid anyone except my brothers and sisters.
Once a shopkeeper, while returning the balance, considered the twenty rupee note as five thousand and returned four thousand nine hundred rupees. I told him that I had given twenty rupees and had taken the chocolate. Said you are crazy psycho If I had received so much money, I would not have returned it.
People say I’m not social because I have a problem, never tagged a relative on a meme, or never sent a joke, a song, a good text or a story.
I do not insult anyone, I do not swear, I keep my promises and words.
Many of the people whose books I read have not even heard the names of the writers.
The young man suddenly started smiling and then said with a slight laugh, “Doctor, the food in our house is called the food of the patients but I like to eat it.”
I don’t like eating out and I don’t like cold drinks, I prefer plain water.
The young man kept talking and I kept listening. When I asked the young man for coffee, he said that he was in the mood for tea. After tea and coffee were served, the young man picked up the cup in a very beautiful manner came.
Never thought of cheating or dragging one’s feet at school, college, university, and now job.
Talking behind someone is very unpleasant, I appreciate it but in front of others.
I hear someone talking in anger but after a few minutes, I speak my mind calmly. The young man was speaking in a gentle tone and so softly that all the words could be heard clearly.
When he had finished speaking, after a few moments of silence, he began to ask, “Doctor, how do you treat psycho people?”
I picked up a mug of coffee and said
My dear friend, “Your disease is incurable …”
Two sips of coffee and it seemed
The disease you are suffering from “I am too”
How can I treat it if there is no cure?
This is the disease that afflicts every noble soul, the bearer of the goodness of humanity.
I am prescribing a special prescription, my dear friend it will be a little better but it may take up to six months.
Pills to “ignore” people in the morning, afternoon and evening, prayer capsules for them in the morning and at bedtime, two teaspoons of syrup as needed and an injection of “you stick” at that time. Do it when there is an emergency. “
The young man smiled and began to enjoy the tea.
“Let’s all become psycho like this young man because such psycho people are very close to God and the Lord of the universe loves such psycho people.”
Dr. Irfan Iqbal
